| Gone off that mo’fucking midnight
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| Ya understand what I’m saying, midnight
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| You feel me, (dro that is)
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| If it ain’t real, it ain’t me
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| If I ain’t toting that steel, I might get killed on my streets
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| If you from the N.O., you know what I’m talking bout
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| Send me to jail, I post bail I’ma make it out
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| Nigga what you looking at, I know you ain’t booting up
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| All of us got knives, most of us tooled up
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| Blues what huh, nigga blues who
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| I’m gone off some dro, in the red white and blue
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| Ooh and it’s my duty, to serve you quickly
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| When I come, my drum gone be holding fifty
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| I’ma leave some’ing numb, from fucking with me
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| I been overdue, for these cowards to get me
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| I’m the nigga nigga, uh they love to hate
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| But they scared to run down me, I keep some’ing in my waist
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| You’s a bitch ass nigga, stay out my face
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| I can’t lace that up for you, no other kinda way
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| When you fucking with me, you fucking with the real
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| Deal, fake niggas get fucked in the field
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| I stay up in the field, I never got fucked so I’m real
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| You’s a bitch boy, you hide behind the shield
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| I’m in my motherfucking territory, foul now
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| But I bet a bitch gone bow down
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| Stay out of my way, cause I’m holding my K
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| And bitch, I’m bout to wild out
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| I hold it down, for that down south
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| I’m standing blasting my canon, my attitude is empty every Bullet I got me any
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| adversary, hailmary ya’ll scary
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| Bone buried, my fucking eyes blurry
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| I mean heavily twisted, I been on lean
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| I’ma perculate and I’ma lean, nigga feeling the breeze
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| I do thangs like a gangsta, hell is hot in the mangers
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| Smelling my Glock top as I pop shots, feel these hot potat’as
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| This for now not later, I got’s to escalate you man
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| I’ll take the shit out of your crib, like I’m your decorator
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| Punch ya', put your kid in the refrigerator
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| I bought a Glock for all you nigga hater, popped a lot of shots at a
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| demonstrator
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| I’m bout to penitrate ya, I been a gangsta
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| But my clip right in my hand, fucking my trigger finger
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| It’s getting crucial now, three murders every day
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| Shit will never stop, in the N-O-L-A
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| New Orleans Louisiana, can I ride with my heat
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| I’ma ride with my heat, four time felony
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| Everybody telling me, stay out the penetentiary
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| But I’d rather go back, than get my head on a flat
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| Them Magnolia niggas, them Melpomene niggas
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| Them Calliope niggas, ain’t nothing to play with
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| If they got beef, then they letting the K spit
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| Trying to make a nigga disappear, like matrix
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| I wear my Reebok’s, with the loose shoe laces
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| And stomp in em like a big dog, in different places
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| Never went out of state, and caught no cases
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| Don’t think that I won’t, homeboy I’ll waste ya
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| Somebody call the ambulance
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| That boy blood flood the street like a avalanche, dead on arrival |